'I felt,' she said, 'as if I was going to my grave.

But I knew if I couldn't get justice here, I could get it in another world.'" "That was faith," said Captain Sybil, as if speaking to himself, "a patient waiting for death to redress the wrongs of life." "Many a time," continued Robert, "have I heard her humming to herself in the kitchen and saying, 'I has my trials, ups and downs, but it won't allers be so.

I specs one day to wing and wing wid de angels, Hallelujah! Den I specs to hear a voice sayin', "Poor ole Kizzy, she's done de bes' she kin.

Go down, Gabriel, an' tote her in." Den I specs to put on my golden slippers, my long white robe, an' my starry crown, an' walk dem golden streets, Hallelujah!' I've known that dear, old soul to travel going on two miles, after her work was done, to have some one read to her.

Her favorite chapter began with, 'Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe in God, believe also in Me.'" "I have been deeply impressed," said Captain Sybil, "with the child-like faith of some of these people.